Silent-footed, as though shod in velvet, they ran to the tethered camels, stacked the provisions once more upon their backs, lashed the guns across their own shoulders.

Soon they stole away--a long, ghostly procession--into the night.
"Those fellows seem to have left off their infernal chattering all of a sudden," Quest remarked lazily from inside the tent.
The Professor made no answer.

He was asleep..